Queer? thought Richard Carroll Chiswick, smiling to himself in the dark. You’d think it was a damned sight queerer if you knew where your bags were. In the marsh behind the filling station, jammed down into the mud there. They’ve disappeared.
And you’ve disappeared, Susie. You went out of the Hotel Jefferson, and you never came back. If anybody saw you when you left, they saw you with Eve. And Eve is not talking. No. You’ve just disappeared; bag and baggage.
And you’ve disappearedThat stop at the filling station was all right. Nobody saw me with my hat off except that waiter. It would be my word against his, and I’ll have a good enough alibi. I paid my bill and checked out of the Jefferson soon after dinner. And tomorrow I’ll be in my room in New York. Nobody can prove I wasn’t there all
